I fleeI hate the coldYet hit the brakesThe Hell of IceWould never be niceThe mountain of knives I conquerThe tree of blades I climbI jump around Become an animalBark, mew, bellowPig,lamb,chicken and buffaloI wrap their pain upon myselfYoked to the fieldWhipped by the masterI tire myselfNot resting not lying not sittingJust touched the surfaceThe right DU doneThe left Du doneBlackish and grey and darkMy body all torn apartFor hell beings to freely depart

The more we do for our selfThe more we bind our selfThe further we move from SunyataDestroy the selfThe negative SunyataAwaken Great CompassionBecome deadDead to our passionsNot seeking benefitsNot for our selfNot by our selfNot of our selfYet not deadInfinitely more alive in SunyataTake the lowest placeThe most humbleReach the highestAnd Buddha works with us

My cage hung up not too highNo rain to play my feathers dryA few grains with water in a cupNo snakes are there to wake me upBars and stripes all around My cage so bare no trees foundI live among men in a crowdCan't see mountains can't see clouds A short flight and back to my feetThe raw nature I never meetI was free like the clouds over the plainNow the wind blows by as I wait in vainSo many stars I see so fewThe lights switched on my dream still dueI long for the forest forever and everLike the fish in the tank remembering the riverCould I teach my master a man so oldTo blow off the sand to get the gold

The false Dharmas of outsidersAiya, no hope for final liberationYet they teach man to do goodOr as undermining the HinayanaAiya, foundation is no goodCannot get one to the thither shoreThough it's a good foundation for MahayanaAnd too for the VajrayanaAnd the personal teachings of Lord GautamaWhy backbite the Dharma?None should be slanderedWhy ask for a free fall into V-hell?Even a low building has its highest rooms.

Going to sleep at nightProblems are there to stayFor there is the next dayCommit suicideProblems can't resideFor there is the next lifeYet there are those who want toGo aheadTheir problems would never fadeNo way outBe they weak be they stoutBetter stay, face the fight

The poor farmer Sitting stillDeeply engrossed in miseryIn deep sorrowHis mind lost its balanceHe remained stillNot knowing where he wasPreoccupied and pensiveFilled with intense worryWith a one-pointed mindBut in a negative wayWorry contracts the mindMeditation expands it.

Black DragonSixty years flew bySince I bloomed in your puffThe family economy I rustedHad joy with sentient beingsWith their causesRemaining equal-poised and detachedLetting them obtain concentrationBliss before meLearning to fear the cause of evilHating the evil in meMaking meditation better than restMeditating on extending lightsKept my speech in POM and DOMWith only the bija in the mindI'm standing outside the doorEven though the white lion has comeMy final goal is not Nirvana yet

Black Dragon of '12Introduce me to your KingPinned is the awarenessFainted has the foolish blindnessI've cut,scrapped and polishedInside outThrough words and thoughtThe view was caughtI need His jump-startThe Dharma from Him isn't apart

Your PurnimaThe very basis of Buddhist DharmaI've kheer with raisins and badamYou went through extreme austerityTo slam the back door to EnlightenmentTo enlighten usNo short cutsWe'll kneelPour water and say in reelAll evil thoughts may we eliminateGood deeds may we cultivateAll beings may we help saveRemembering the dragonsSpurting two streams of waterHot and coldGently cascading downTo bathe YouTo bathe usWiping our under dirtDirt of ignorance, greed and angerIn our Maya bodyWe clean our thoughts untidy.